When the heart is young, There is nought too hard to climb When the heart is young; A When the heart is young; The 1. b spirit of delight Scatters roses in its flight, And there's magic in the night, all that smiled and shone There is something lost and gone, And our friends are few or none, -p⋅ 4. 3. gold-en break of day, worn and wea-ry bark Lies Bringeth gladness in its ray, And every month is (Sing the alternate verses slower and softer.) |